Dead Hunger: The Flex Sheridan Chronicle (24 page)

“Get them, would you?  I think Gem and I can
manage
to
carry
her
into the lab.”

I nodded and ran to the detached garage.  I kept
the
K7
ready as well, not taking any chances.  Nothing jumped out at me or otherwise tried to eat me.  Within two minutes I was back at the converted motor home and Gem and Hemp were just getting Jamie’s wrapped body in through the door.

I followed them inside.  “Put her on top of the table and we’ll
get her secured before we
cut away the bubble wrap,” said Hemp.

“It’s a pool cover, actually,” I said.  “It was pretty much all I had to work with.”

“It was fine, Flex,” Hemp said.  “She couldn’t see through it,
nor could she
claw or bite through it.”

I
pressed on the shape at both ends, then said, “
Give me a hand. 
I need to end-for-end this.  This side is her head.”

Hemp and I turned it.  “Gloves
?” Gem asked
.

“Ye
s
.  Everyone,” Hemp answered.

Gem put her gloves on, and I followed suit.  After we all had our miniscule protective gear on,
Hemp approached Jamie’s unsecured body with scissors.

“I need to cut
a strip out of the middle so my cross
restraints
can be flat against the body rather than over the wrapping.”

He began cutting across the center
at what he estimated was her torso,
until he’d exposed the forearm on each side and her clothing in the middle.  About a three-inch strip was exposed.  He took a nylon strap equipped with clip hooks on each side and secured one end to a steel ring on the left underside of the table, brought the strap over Jamie’s body, and clipped the other end to the opposite tie-down ring.  Then he pulled the loose length of nylon and drew it tight.

He repeated this further
down, between her shins and her knees
.  When he was satisfied, he took the scissors again and looked at me and Gem.

“I’ve not seen her at all, but Flex, you haven’t seen her since you wrapped her.  I want to warn you, she may have changed.”

“How so?”
Gem
asked.

“I don’t know. 
But she might have experienced some further . . . well, decomposition or metamorphosis, whatever the case may be. 
I’ve yet to determine the biological makeup of the
a
bnormals.  Regular indicators, such as heartbeat, blood pressure, temperature, and lung functions haven’t been measured.  What I’m saying – and I can’t believe I’m saying it – is if this is some sort of reanimation, which the living severed heads seem to indicate it may be – then it might be difficult for you to accept when you see her. 
Especially considering it’s your sister.”

“I saw a bit of the head thing back at Cynthia’s house,” Gem said.  “That shit was disturbing.”

I don’t know why, but I laughed.  Then Hemp smiled, and Gem looked at both of us and she burst into laughter.

“There’s not a fucking thing about the past 36 hours that hasn’t been disturbing,” said Gem, rubbing her face with her gloved hands.  Her exhaustion was present in her voice – even in her wonderful laugh.

“
Baby, that’s an understatement, and I’m having a hard time accepting any of this
,” I said.  “But I
have to, s
o please, cut this stuff away and let me see my sister.”

Hemp nodded and began cutting from the feet up the center of the layers of plastic.  Gem peeled it to the side as he cut
from south to north,
feet to head.  When he got to the first strap, he cut beneath it and poked the scissor blade in above it and continued his cut.  He repeated this as he got t
o the strap holding the chest.

He put down the scissors.  “I want to restrain the head before we go on.”

“Understood,” I said.  “
Got what you need?”

Hemp nodded.  He opened the drawer and withdrew a 2” strap, which he
placed
directly on top of the area where the forehead generally was, and repeated the steps to fasten and tighten it.  He then took a large saw and cut away the excess length
of bubble plastic
that extended beyond the top of
her
head.

He began his cut from the top of the head toward the feet.  Cutting
essentially
straight
down
between the eyes.  As the plastic peeled away, we saw what nob
ody wanted to see, but the first thing we were bombarded with was the reek.

I thought it was the clothing at first; we’d not been this close to any of the ones we battled, but did get a pretty good whiff of the ones trying to get in the freight elevator.

But this smell was putrid;
the smell o
f an advanced case of halitosis
or gum disease on someone’s breath. No, even that didn’t cover it.  The smell was like a dead body that was
deteriorating and decomposing in front of us, cysts, pustules, oozing sores, and just plain rotting skin and tissue.

As saddened as I was, I ran to the small stainless sink and threw up.  I turned on the water and the pump kicked in, and Gem quickly followed suit. 

Hemp was steadfast, looking away to provide us our dignity, but nowhere near sick.  Disease, epidemics, these things were his specialty.  This is what he steeled himself to deal with, though he’d never dealt with anything like this before.

Returning to Jamie, I forced myself to analyze her.  She had become worse.  Much worse.  I wasn’t familiar with the course of typical decomposition, so didn’t know whether or not what I was seeing fell into line with that.  I only knew that nothing that looked like this should be alive in any way, or conscious of anything at all.

And it was at that very moment that I resolved to end her suffering as soon as humanly possible.

And I know that was an ironic choice of words.

Her eyes were dead, but not dead.  They peered straight ahead
,
and as Hemp pulled away the remainder of the bubble wrap, she struggled to turn her
head
, the skin now rotting from it in patches
, pulling away in spots and generally drying out, some of it falling away with the plastic.

And I saw, just briefly, the beginning of the glow that many of the creatures’ eyes we’d seen had taken on.  It looked almost like a chemical reaction, or some sort of mist.  Then it was gone, and I wasn’t sure that I hadn’t imagined it.

Hemp hadn’t noticed it.  He was busy trying to unwrap her further.

Trying
to look at anything but that face,
I looked down at this thing, no longer recognizable
as my kid sister.  I stared
at the plastic only, and as the three of us tugged and pulled the rest of the wrap away, she was
suddenly
there on the table
, fully
exposed.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream, no more skin even pretending to be lips; pulled completely back, her teeth and
ulcer
-covered gums exposed.

Her face suddenly and inexplicably jerked directly toward Hemp and her gnashing began anew, with a manic speed and force.  Her teeth ground together so hard I watched in horror as one of her front teeth shattered, and the other half just fell out and into her throat.  She seemed not to notice.

Her
black, swollen tongue darted around within the cavern of her mouth, and her
wrists struggled beneath the restraints
that held her forearms
,
and
I coul
d see the potential for her to pull her arms out
. 

There were additional wrist straps
we couldn’t attach until the wrapping was gone, so
I reached down
quickly
with my glove-clad hands and seized her
right
wrist, jamming it through the thick leather loop and cinching it tight around it.  Gem did the same thing on the other side, and Hemp hurried around to repeat the actions on her ankles.  Her head was pretty well secured, but after Hemp finished with her ankles, he pulled the head strap tighter for good measure.

I turned away then.  Took three steps away from the table.

“Flex.”  It was Gem’s voice.  She said no more.  She came up to me, pulled her gloves off, and pulled me against her.  I resisted for a moment, but Gem knew me.  She knew what I needed right then and it was her.  With her cheek against mine, warm and comforting, I felt her breath on my neck and kept my eyes closed as she worked her soothing magic on my very soul.  We stayed like that for what must have been five minutes. 

Hemp was silent, giving us the time we needed.  He was a good guy, and he understood.  When I felt composed, I kissed Gem on the lips and touched my forehead to hers.

“Thanks, babe.  I don’t know how you do that.”

“It did as much for me,” she said, smiling.

I pulled away and walked back to the table.  “Okay, tell me what you see, Professor.”  Gem pulled her gloves back on and stood beside me.

“Her fingernails are black, her skin is
essentially rotting from its skeletal framework
,” Hemp said.  “It’s not the absolute norm for death, but for this level of death, it may well be.  I’ve not seen any
of the
others this closely, and under this kind of lighting.”

“How far can this go with her still able
to … live?” I asked.

“I’m not sure you can call this state alive,” Hemp answered.  “I don’t see any rise and fall of the chest, indicating there is no actual pulmonary function, no breathing.”

I looked at Gem, who remained silent and solemn.  “So, Hemp.  She’s essentially a dead person who is starving, and driven toward the taste of human flesh.”

Hemp ignored my statement.  “I feel
odd
leaving her like this, but I’m too tired to make any real progress with her tonight.  I’d like to do some basic tests in the morning.  Check some of those things we
discussed
earlier.” 

Gem removed her gloves again, then lifted my hands and pulled mine off. 
“Let’s go
get
Trina
bathed,”
she said
.  “
I think you could use
some cleanup
, too.”

She looked at Hemp.  “
Do you want to put a sheet or something over her?
”

Hemp nodded.  “
I thought of that, and it
might actually be a comfort to her rather than
leaving her
exposed.”  He shrugged.  “I have no idea.  At any rate, go
ahead.  See you in a bit.
  I’ll
lock this up and
stand
watch
.  When you’re finished I’ll have my shower.”

*****

Gem and I
planned to shower together
, right after we set up a tub for Trina. 
I sat in a nearby chair as
Gem washed her,
and the little girl prac
tically slept through the process.

I looked on at the gentleness with which Gem washed Trina’s hair and sponged her back, and
I fell
more deeply in love with her right there.  She would essentially be this baby girl’s mama now, and I’d be her daddy.  And I was proud to have this woman by my side.  I didn’t know if Jamie would ever be able to reclaim that job from Gem, but I did know that Gem would be the best mother ever.

And my mind turned to my sweet
Jesse
, Trina’s eight-year-old sister.  I thought of her, saw her beautiful smiling face in my mind’s eye, and I fell into sobs.  My body bent in half against its will, and I shuddered, tears leaking from my eyes, and I was unable to stop.  I stood up quickly and left the room.  I couldn’t let Trina wonder where this sadness came from.

But I cried for Trina.  And
Jesse
.  And all who would miss her, and all who would never have the chance to know her.  I cried for her mother who didn’t mean to kill her little girl, and for Gem, who also loved little Jess.  Her little
rabbit
.
  Well, now that rabbit would bound along the waving grasses of Watership Down for eternity.

My tears subsided, but when I felt Gem’s hand on my back, I turned and folded into her arms, and we held each other tight.  I buried my face in her neck and cried with her, and no words needed to be exchanged.  Everything had changed, we’d lost those we loved, and had found each other again.

“I put Trina to bed,” she said.  “Hemp is standing watch while we shower.”